A Taste of Spring novel Chapter 6

Spring looked around the place then settled her attention back on Dez. His face was alight with interest as he stared at her. If she didn't watch herself, she might get lost in those soulful gray eyes of his. "Your friends have a really nice place."

"Well," he began but stopped when the server she'd almost knocked over appeared at their table. "Chris," Dez said, glancing up at the server.

"Dezmond," the server gritted out. He placed a basket of bread, two wine glasses, a glass of water, and a bottle of wine on the table then looked at Spring. His look of boredom was quickly replaced with a winning smile. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he winked. "Anything at all."

Amused, Spring started to tell him that she was fine but Dez answered for her.

"Go away, Chris."

Chris chuckled as he gave her a slight bow then walked off.

"I apologize. Chris can be a bit immature."

"It's not a problem, really." Besides, she found Chris's flirting adorable. He clearly wanted to ruffle Dez's feathers.

"I'm thinking eating here was a mistake." Dez looked over his shoulder.

Spring followed his gaze to an area where some of the staff were gathered. At least ten employees were talking as they periodically looked over at their table.

Dez turned back to her, his brows furrowed. "I know we just met but what do you say we get this to go? I live just around the corner. We can eat, maybe hang out. I don't know...I just don't want the night to end just yet."

Spring knew that going to his place was a no-no. She didn't know him and if this had been a chance meeting like he thought it was, she would never even consider leaving with him. Only, this wasn't a meeting of chance. It was a job and she felt she still had to see it through.

"You aren't a murdering psycho, who cut up women and wear their skin, are you?"

"Only during business hours. At night I'm just a regular guy." Dez reached into his pocket and took out what looked to be his wallet. He pulled out his license and slid it across the table. "You can trust that I won't do anything crazy. Snap a pic of that and send it to your family and friends." Spring raised a questioning brow. "I know," he chuckled, "it's little insurance but I just don't want to say good night just yet."

"Honestly, I don't either," Spring admitted.

"Great." Dez got to his feet and jogged over to the area where the gathering of employees stood. He said a few words to them then disappeared through a swinging door.

Spring lifted the identification card and looked it over. She giggled when she read his middle name. Huckleberry?